someday
i will remember
the words delicately
arranged from the
stanzas of silence
as i sat on those soft-hewn benches
gnarls of wood detangling
words
never moved past my
graceless lips
but
for now
all i deliver are these empty
rhythms lost
rhymes bare
wisps of forgotten poems
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metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.